Living in the land of Murphy's Law, nothing ever goes as planned, does it?
I had run out of asthma meds, so off to
Then, after getting back into car, I have two words for you: projectile vomit. Enough said, right?
We come home, I'm thinking maybe, just maybe, we get decent costume photos done really quick.
I went to throw something in the sink, moved the towel off the counter and there they were:
*faints* We were totally invaded on that side of the counter! (See? I said cardboard boxes in your home are never a good idea!) My DH and I spent about two hours trying to clean out that side of the counter and my baking cabinet with heavy duty cleaners. They actually managed to get into sealed things, so there are very few things I was able to save and just placed it into our freezer for now. I was so MAD! My oven mitts were even attacked! (for future reference for anyone else, those things multiply like crazy in 24 hours) We even found them on the stove!
On the bright side, except for my baking items, all of the food (like you saw in my Food Storage Friday picture last week), is actually in a completely different area, so all of it was safe. We ended up pulling everything else out of the kitchen and scrubbing everything down just to be sure.
I am permanently scarred for life.
On the bright side, I do have a super clean kitchen, with the counters still completely cleared right now. And my windows were worked on where they had been rotting from the leaks last Spring - fixed and repainted red to match the rest of the kitchen - yay!
The bad side is I have two totes full of stuff I need to put back.
(At least Fred Meyer has deals on a lot of their baking stuff this week... blech!)